"Click!"

The crisp mechanical sound of the key inserting into the door hole and turning sounded.

Although the voice is very weak, it has a considerable penetrating power, and the ears of Natsuka Purple Palace, who was sitting in the living room on the first floor, were very keenly aware of it.

Hurriedly and cheerfully with a smiling face, wearing pink slippers, a cool white shirt, and gray-white jeans are very conspicuous, because the skin of the two pairs of straight thighs is very smooth and attractive.

The white shirt is slightly wide, unable to hide the ripe pomelo, loosely worn on the slightly plump body of the Purple Palace Summer Flower, combed with a refreshing ponytail, and the whole person looks very good wife and mother.

She was tall, followed by a pair of straight and plump thighs, and the crystal clear skin and pure temptation were simply eye-catching.

It's called the year of leg play!

After Natsuka opened the door happily, she ushered in the person she was waiting for, and the sunny boy outside the door showed a warm smile at her.

"You're back, Araki-kun Kitahara."

Like a wife who is alone at home waiting for her husband's return, Natsuka Purple Palace opens the door to greet Araki Kitahara, the whole person's movements are gentle and virtuous, and her words are soft and warm.

Kitahara Araki looked at the Purple Palace Natsuka with warm and warm eyes, blushing, and beautiful posture, gently stretched out his broad arms and hugged her into his arms, patted her slightly thin shoulder, and said, "I'm back." ”

At this moment, Araki Kitahara finally realized why Japanese people always say the phrase "I'm back" when they stand on their way home, and the scene of someone waiting for you to return at home is really touching.

On the one hand, Hanako, who could not be seen by ordinary people, floated around, secretly glad to drill around the room, and the concrete walls could not block its entry and exit at all.

Hanako is already a ghost at this time, formed by the aggregation of yin energy, as long as she deliberately covers her figure, ordinary people will not be able to see her without yin and yang eyes.

Of course, if Hanako wants to, she can also be seen by ordinary people, and she can show her body and be touched.

Kitahara Araki quietly hugged Natsuka Purple Palace at the door for a while, then let go of him, pointed to Hanako, who had already appeared in shape, with a well-behaved face, and introduced Natsuka Purple Palace:

"Xia Hua, this is Hanako Horizona, she is now homeless, and her parents died in an accident, so I have no relatives by my side, so I saw that she was pitiful, so I brought her home."

"So, she's going to stay at my house for a while now."

Natsuka Purple Palace, whose head became dizzy because of hugging Araki Kitahara, didn't pay attention to the situation outside the two of them at all, and then she blushed and looked at the well-behaved little Lori Hirama Hanako, and said in a gentle voice:

"Hello, Hanako, the first time we met, I am Natsuka of Purple Palace, a classmate of Araki-kun Kitahara."

"Sister, you're so beautiful." The well-behaved Hanako showed a bright smile, walked a few steps closer and said wistfully to the Purple Palace Natsuka.

Seeing the scene where the two of them were very chatty, Araki Kitahara couldn't help it and entered the room first.

The two of them slowly followed.

Soon, after a hearty dinner.

In the evening, during a period of time alone with Kitahara Araki, Natsuka Murasaki quietly complained a few words, as if to say that Kitahara Araki didn't care about her feelings a little, what didn't he like her......

Kitahara Araki's eyes immediately widened in surprise, it seemed that the woman in front of him had not been able to be completely taken down by him.

It shouldn't be.

Araki Kitahara rubbed his fingers against his chin and looked at the shape of a pink heart in Natsuka's eyes in Murasakinomiya.

has already been made like this by him, what's the matter with being quietly jealous?!

It seems that Natsuka Purple Palace can't help it, and needs a superb cooking demonstration to convince her.

Araki Kitahara had just eaten enough lunch, and he also wanted to move his body, so he came to the room with Natsuka Murasakinomiya in his arms and despite her pretended resistance.

In the dark and dense forest, there is always a remote and difficult path, but the more you walk, the more you will be familiar with it.

Just like a certain Lu Da writer surnamed Zhou said, there is no road in the world, and when there are more people walking, there will be.

It's the same thing.

As a lover of literature, Araki Kitahara is naturally familiar with the Spring and Autumn Period, and he knows not only domestic literary works, but also famous foreign literary novels.

"The tree-lined path you yearn for is covered with hoarfrost every morning." A foreign writer who is a fellow traveler once said such a sentence, which explains the true meaning of life simply and clearly.

For this sentence, Kitahara Araki agrees very much, because he is the traveler who works tirelessly every night, running back and forth, and the forest path is what he explores step by step, and he cherishes and loves this path that he personally collided with.

It is always carefully observed in the early morning when it is covered with hoarfrost, as kind as a hard-working old father who sows the soil and takes care of the seedlings.

Araki Kitahara devotes all his energy to the cause he loves, he likes to run freely in the forest paths, and in the depths of the forest, he is able to unleash his purest nature, allowing his free soul to merge with the vast, generous, and inclusive atmosphere of the forest.

When the sun rises, the morning hoarfrost turns into droplets that slowly flow down the veins, and then drip into the black soil, turning into nutrients that nourish all things, and give birth to new life.

Araki Kitahara, who always felt like a manic bull, ran through the silent forest, the horns above his head as sharp as knives, thick and strong, and crashed against the tallest and most distinctive cliffs in the depths of the forest.

He wanted to vent his anger.

In the forest, he used the thick horns to grind out a hole in the originally flat cliff rock, and at that moment, the mania in his heart was released.

After the hoarfrost of the early morning appeared back and forth twice, Araki Kitahara, who had turned into an angry bull, finally condensed the strength of his body on his horns, which were already thick and unshapely, and there was a faint hideous and terrifying aura emanating from them.

"Poof.!"

Under the frantic impact, the thick horns finally shattered the top of the stubbornly resisting cliff rock, and the largest horn was inserted into the deep rock, which was difficult to pull out for a while.

After the strength of his whole body began to recover, Araki slowly retreated, and at this moment, an obvious crack was revealed in the originally smooth cliff rock, and a little bit of water was pouring out at this time.

It turned out to be a hidden vein of water in the rocks of the mountain cliff.

It turns out that the bull in the form of Araki in Kitahara, is running wild in the forest, and then constantly smashing the rocks with its thick horns, just to drink the crystal clear mountain spring water.

The wonder of nature is truly breathtaking.

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Hey, the number of followers is too small, and it's sad that I didn't get a recommendation......